The transition to adulthood is not a graceful one.
I recently turned twenty-two, and I realized I’ve outlived all of the “fun” birthdays. To my fourth grade self, twenty-two years was an unfathomably long time. So unfathomable, in fact, that I didn’t bother to keep going past 21 on my “life prediction” timeline for fourth grade English. I beat my own estimate! So I got that going for me, which is nice.
I guess the main thing that weirds me out about this age is the loaded expectation everyone seems to have for seniors of knowing what they want. What they’re “doing.” To me it’s almost comical. For four years we’ve been encouraged to find and pursue myriad new passions in an intellectual powerhouse. I followed the call with gusto, developed enthusiasm for obscure historical epochs, thoroughly embarrassed myself in broken German (you’ll wanna click that link), and fell in love, again and again, with the beauty and complexity of technology, from the fickle whims of the electron to the subtle elegance of synchronization variables.
And now you want me to choose. (more…)